Previous Post: Part 2 – Beyond my Strength on Devil’s Path When Johnny and I awoke to the morning of our final day on Devil’s Path it was bitterly cold. The moist chill from the rain of the previous night…
The Good, The Bad & The Ugly of Devil’s Path
The clouds play hide and seek through the Catskill mountains and New York State below me. Laughing, they glide past me spreading their cold mist around the short summit trees of Indian Head and covering me in fog. I follow…
